Paroles de Vilification in Outline

With 25 lines, twist the sonnet that was mine You've taken notes, you've taken quotes, you'll take a knife right to my throat The arguments the same, "Murder in his holy name." Evasion, ready fire aim All we wanted, all we needed Found in Christ, redemption in bleeding You won't hear it now, you didn't listen then And yet, we're called "intolerant" Now, and we're judged again, subjugation Now, and we're judged again, forced back down An allotted paragraph for a time to take attack On what we think, on what we sing, and now it's blatant labeling Vilified in outline with a bias for malign All those thoughts, no open minds Tearing down, a foundation Calling out, for a reasoning Staring down, with blood red eyes Falling out, with those poisoned lies